Hard Talks and More Confusion
Disclaimer: I don't own so don't sue, k?
Daisuke: Yeah, no money - no lawsuit.
Kyoko: That works?
Me: Don't be silly. Of course it does.
Daisuke: Tell me this chapter is going to be as long as I think that it will be.
Me: whistles innocently and starts to leave
Daisuke: Kami.
For the ones that reviewed; this chapter is for you.
Blah blah ... thoughts
"blah blah" ... dialogue
(Word after Japanese word) ... translation
(blah blah) ... I'm talking to you...
Kyoko and Daisuke started to slow down as they ended up at the school's field.
"Daisuke!! Kyoko!! Matte ne (Wait a minute)!"
Daisuke and Kyoko sighed, but they eventually stopped. The others paused to catch their breath. Taichi spoke, "Okay you two, spill."
Kyoko barely spared him a glance before shaking her head and starting towards a nearby ball rack. Daisuke followed after her. The other digidestined stared amongst themselves and looked very confused. Yamato stared blankly at the two young soccer players. "How could they be thinking of playing soccer at a time like this?"
Taichi shrugged. It's always a good time to play soccer! "Maybe they need to relax a little."
Yamato shook his head. Seriously? "So they're going to play soccer? Just like that?"
Sora sighed. Boys. "Come on. Let's just sort this out before lunch is over. We only have 25 minutes left." The group trudged over to the apprehensive redheads.
Kyoko kicked the soccer ball to Daisuke. He took the opportunity to run down the field with it. She could only watch as he ran. Sure, leave me here with them. Thanks a lot, Daisuke.
"Kyoko? You mind telling us what the heck TK, Miyako, and my sister are talking about? What happened this morning?" Taichi stepped toward Kyoko.
Kyoko shrugged. "Nothing important."
Miyako looked shocked, and not in a positive way either. "Nothing?! You call this morning nothing?!"
Kyoko didn't bat an eyelash at the lavender-haired girl. "That's what I just said, ne (right)?"
Miyako walked closer to the blankly staring redhead. She ranted on about this morning, so the older kids finally got to hear all that happened. Towards the end of her many rant, she said, "So are you going to tell us what that was all about now? What's this 'deal'? How did you and Daisuke all of a sudden get so smart?! Why are you two so popular now!? Why are you two just now dressing all different?!!" Miyako's chest was heaving from all the yelling. "AND WHY AREN'T YOU LISTENING TO A WORD I SAY?!!"
Boy, she just goes on and on and on... Amazing, it must be some kind of record. Kyoko sighed and looked at Miyako, then the others, and back to Daisuke. The proclaimed soccer star jumped into the air as he kicked the ball squarely into the net. She looked back to Miyako and rolled her eyes. "Gomen (Sorry). Were you saying something important? Because if you were...you might want to repeat it as I wasn't paying you the least bit of attention."
Miyako's face started to turn red and the other chosen children backed away wearily. Miyako stomped all the way over to Kyoko. Still red in the face, the lavender-haired girl looked dead into bitterly amused wine-colored eyes. She took a deep breath.
And slapped her.
Kyoko's head snapped to the side. On his way back, Daisuke saw this and ran the rest of the way over. "Kyoko?"
Kyoko's head was facing the ground and her hair shadowed her eyes. The other chosen moved closer as Daisuke backed away. Now you've done it, Miyako. Houston, we have two problems... Chocolate-colored eyes watched as Kyoko took in a breath and started. "I have been taking everything from you- from insults to physical blows. You've insulted me in every possible way since I've been here." Her head remained tilted downwards. "I didn't even know you and you still picked at me. Just because there were bitter remains between the first set of digidestined and myself, doesn't mean you can take a free-for-all on me. I also couldn't help but notice how badly you treated Daisuke as well."
Daisuke looked away at this statement. The other digidestined looked at him and then to each other, guilty. They knew that this was true. Well somewhat true; from their perspective.
"So quite frankly, as of now, I don't owe you any kind of explanation. I'll ignore you all I want, Kami knows how much you've done it to me. And I swear with all the things you guys have hid from us..."
The other chosen looked worried at this.
"...engagements, dating; congratulations by the way, Takeru and Hikari; oh, and do say 'Hi' to your Digimon when you leave this weekend."
The chosen stepped back after her little speech. "How did you guys know all that?"
"Why didn't you just tell us?" Daisuke had decided to jump into this little confrontation.
"Oro (Huh)? Why didn't we just tell you? Saa (Well)..." TK couldn't find a way to finish pleasantly.
"We didn't want you to be mad." 'Kari saved him.
"Mad? Mad?! You only made it worse by holding off this long!!" Daisuke fully glared at 'Kari. She gasped at the cold anger she saw there.
Taichi stepped in front of her to 'block' the glare. "Look, we're sorry alright? We should have told you, but it just...slipped our minds."
"Slipped your minds? That has to be one of the lamest excuses I have ever heard. Even we've come up with better ones than those. And that's when we were still pretending."
"Nani (What)?" Yamato looked at Daisuke curiously. "What do you mean by 'when we were still pretending'? Pretending to what? Or to be what?"
Kyoko stared calmly at the blonde. "Let's just say that we have our own secrets. We just don't care to share. Just like you."
Yamato narrowed ice blue eyes at his former protégé. She's changed so much from the crazy redhead that chased me around. She had such a crush on me. He smiled wistfully at the memory, then he frowned. Then the Digital World came at camp. And it went downhill from there. She'd had a crush on TK the entire time as well, but his focus was on Hikari. After that adventure and somewhere during the end of the next joy-ride adventure, we find out much, much later that her and Daisuke were long-time best friends. Then, as much as I hate to say it, we screwed everything over at that party. Not to mention what 'neglected' to tell them. On top of pushing them slowly away the whole time. The acclaimed rock star sighed mentally. Yep. They could very well have been keeping things to themselves. Can't really blame them either. Plus, as sad as it sounds, we probably wouldn't notice even if they were blatantly showing it. Yamato sighed once more. He walked to Kyoko and pulled her a good bit away from the two parties.
The others watched and hoped Yamato would talk some sense into Kyoko.
Meanwhile, they would work on Daisuke.
"Come on, Daisuke. What happened to the way things used to be? What happened to friendship? What did we do?" The barrage came from Hikari, hoping to get through to him through his crush.
Daisuke's head snapped to look at her. She had on a pink and white shirt with khaki capris that reached mid-calf and some white tennis shoes. Her brown hair had grown to just past her shoulders and was tied back in a loose ponytail. Her light brown eyes were looking at him, but occasionally looking back at TK, as if she needed some kind of reassurance for something. Daisuke gave a small grimace at that. He's like her virtual life support system.. I once wished that she would look to me for support..for comfort.. Who am I kidding? I still wish that she would look at me that way.
"What have you done? Let's see. 'Let me count the ways', as they say. I can name two things each of you have done to Kyoko and me." The chosen looked around, wondering tensely what he would say about them. "Hmmm, Miyako. You just slapped Kyoko for no reason other than to vent, again. And I can't count how many times you've put me down. Sora, despite your usual neutrality concerning us, you gladly join in making fun of me. Not to mention how you scold Kyoko for something, but completely look over it if someone else does it. Ken, buddy. You haven't really done anything."
A sad look crossed Daisuke's face. "But for some reason, you never stand up for me or Kyoko. Yamato, he's not here but he has completely shut us out and let everyone else in. Like some...club..or whatever that we're not allowed to join in. Iori, Mimi, Joe, and Izzy aren't even here, but they keep their fair share of secrets from us and have had their equally fair share of laughs at our expense. Takeru, Kami, isn't it obvious? No, I don't even mean 'Kari."
They look sooo surprised. Not everything in my mind revolves around her. Close, but not completely.
"You tried to beat me out as much as I used to compete with you. You were as competitive as me, possibly worse, but everyone else overlooked just because you were their perfect little Takeru. 'Oh, TK would never do that.' TK this, TK that, Kami enough already!" He frowned, knowing that half the surprise he was getting on that one came from another topic. "And yes, by Kami,I can get his name right! I did it on purpose, every time!" He whirled back on TK. "And what you did to Kyoko. You did it on purpose."
TK feigned confusion. He got my name right? "What are you talking about Daisuke?" I know what he means...when I was little I played with any other girl, especially Hika-chan, just to irk her. I loved her attention and when I got older...I'd flirt with her to egg her on. Did Daisuke see that? Or...or did Kyoko notice?
Daisuke shook his head in disbelief. "You know what I'm talking about. But I'll move on. Taichi. My role model, saa (well)...former role model. I always looked up to you. The big brother I never had. My mentor, even. But it appears that you never thought highly of me as you joined the others in laughter. At me. And Kyoko, you never liked her for some reason. Don't know why, but you've always acted a bit hostile to her for no reason. And as for you Hikari. What can I say? Your jokes stung the most. And you never seemed to like Kyoko either. Judging her before you even met her. Never gave either of us a chance. I have nothing more to say to any of you right now." He turned his back on all of them, wishing Kyoko would get back here so that they could leave. He was tempted to just walk away now and let them explain why he felt the need to leave her behind. Nah, she'd kill me for that. I'll just wait here for her. He looked across the field.
The other chosen could only stand in shocked and even guiltier silence. They knew Daisuke was telling the truth. It just stung to have it thrown back in their faces. As the saying goes, "Truth hurts." Taichi stared at his protég's, no, former protég's backside as he'd turned away from them. I only hope Yamato got through to his protégé... He paused on that. Wait, when was she ever considered his protégé? She never had been...it just popped up in his mind that way. They didn't even have the same crest allignment so how...
A good bit away...
"Look Kyoko. I know I haven't been around for you like I should have. Especially when the only other person you've confessed you're 'situation' to is Daisuke..."
Kyoko's eyes darkened at the mention of said so-called 'situation' and then gaped at him. "Haven't been around? Haven't been around?! Yamato, you and the others completely abandoned me the first time I really needed you!" She amended, "...I needed them too."
Yamato raised an eyebrow at her choice of phrase and she had the grace to blush before glaring icily at him.
"I can't tell you how many times I found myself slightly envying Daisuke. He idolized Taichi. Taichi was his ultimate role model and I found mine in you. Taichi at least had the decency to be nice, to a point. But you...oh no, you wouldn't give me the time of day. I had to spill my soul, my past, and my tears just for your attention. Even then it was, no, is most likely only pity." She spat the word 'pity' as if it were the plague itself. "I didn't need or want your pity then and I don't want it now. I just wanted you to at least acknowledge my existence! Sure, I had a little crush, but by Kami, what girl didn't?! I just wanted you to see that I wasn't some fan girl that wanted you all to herself. Sure, that would be nice, but I only wanted you to see that I loved music just as much as you did and still do. I wanted you to see me for me. Not me in some off-hand category with the rest you place there."
Yamato was feeling very bad by now. He hadn't known how much he'd hurt the younger digidestined. Funny. There was a time when I wouldn't even consider this important. There was also a time when I would never have called Kyoko a Digidestined. He wondered over something she had said, more so the way she had said than anything else. I'm reading into it too much. It's probably nothing. He pulled her into a hug. "Kyoko...I didn't know. Gomen nasai (I'm (very) sorry). Watashi (I)..."
Kyoko, having let some of her anger out, started to relax into it, but quickly pulled away; cutting him off. "You guys completely cut me off and you did that to Daisuke too." She was getting worked up again and her eyes began to water. "And... ...and you know what? I don't even feel like talking anymore."
The frustrated redhead moved to walk away, but was pulled back and set face-to-face with Yamato. Angered wine looked up at softer ice blue. Out of nowhere, Yamato leaned down and kissed her. It was a quick, chaste, but hey, a kiss is a kiss. A still guilty Yamato briskly walked back followed slowly by a completely lost Kyoko. Was that supposed to mean something? Why did he...?
I don't understand.
Sora stepped between the two groups. "Daisuke, Kyoko look. We only want to know why. Doushite (Why)? Why now?That's all, just an explanation for why you pick now to do this." She looked to them hopefully, waiting for an answer.
All she got was a smirk from Daisuke and no response at all from Kyoko. She was looking confusedly at Yamato. Why did he kiss me? I thought him and Sora were together... She continued to direct her lost stare at her former role model, who happened to be wondering the same thing. Sora looked to her boyfriend, but the blond was staring at the sky. Sora shrugged and waited for an answer.
Daisuke glanced to his watch. "Oh would you look at that. Lunch is almost over."
Kyoko had stopped looking at Yamato and gave a bitter smile. "Yatta (Yeah), only 5 minutes. Too bad. Only enough time to go back to school and just make our next class. And right before the bell too."
(Isn't amazing how much can happen and be said in about 20 minutes? )
Daisuke and Kyoko ran off again, leaving the other chosen with a lead to a newfound mystery. TK looked at the others around him. "What do we do?" He turned to his brother. "Ne (Hey) Yamato, what do you think we should do?"
Yamato said nothing. What was I thinking? Kissing her like that. But the look on her face was worth it. Too bad there wasn't a camera. With that line of blush crossing her face as red as those gorgeous wine- Nani (What)?! Where did that come from? Slow down blondie, you have Sora and she's all you need. Just focus on the concert this weekend and everything will be fine Yamato. He paused. Oh great. Now I'm addressing myself in the third person. I must be going crazy. Ii (Good).
"Yamato!" TK stared bewilderedly as his brother snapped out of whatever trance he put himself into.
"Oro (Huh)? What is it bro'?"
Sora sighed. "He's only called you for the umpteenth time. Daijoubu desu ka (Are you okay)?" I bet that Kyoko said something to him that has him spacing out. I'll have some words with her about this one.
Yamato looked into the concerned eyes of his girlfriend. "Hai, daijoubu (Yes, I'm fine)."
She didn't look convinced, but accepted the answer anyways.
"Alright, we should head back to the school as well. I guess we'll have to figure this thing with Daisuke and Kyoko later on in the day." A defeated-looking Taichi started to jog back followed by the other digidestined, all with occupied minds and plans formulating.
K, that's all for now. Whew. What a workout.
Daisuke: Workout?
Me: Not now Daisuke,
Daisuke: shrugs Whatever. Anyways, review please!! Need more reviews!!
Kyoko: Yatta!!
